whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Bemused at the back and forth between Chulane and Kiada, which Loren was too far away to hear, he leaned toward Weaver. "Is there something going on between those two?" He jerked his chin at the two other Outlanders. The healer sipped his wine, not above a little bit of gossip.As the stranger's voice rang out, the Launceleyn was quick to follow. "Sixteen!" Turning to face the bar again, he gave Weaver a slightly wicked look. "Shall we play never have I ever after this?" Tone not at all apologetic, he raised his eyes challengingly. No doubt she'd have another admonishment about how terrible he was.
what goes, let go
LOREN
